I am my father's daughter, through and through and although it has just occurred to me, I can say that I am truly a lucky individual. You see, up until now, I had never understood why I never ask for help, why I thought it was my job to try to help the people in my life with the knowledge I gained as I grew, whether mental or physical. I just wanted to make sure everyone was happy and taken care of, especially in a world that seems to be full of rage, selfishness, vengeful, and ungrateful individuals. You see, I believe that everyone holds good in their heart, no matter how tough their exterior may be. This was my father, this is myself. Today, I choose to bare myself, strip myself of the toughest exterior built to protect me and to let love sink into myself and my family. From the very depth of my soul, today I am finally able to ask for help. Help from those who love and care, help from those who have never had the chance to meet myself or my father, and help from those who do carry spiritual strength, because lord knows my family needs it. Tonight I had to arrange my father's funeral. It was hard, completely and utterly the hardest task God has handed to me in this life. I am asking for donations to help with the cost of funeral services so my family may have less of a burden financially so we may be able to focus on healing from this tragic and unexpected event. Thank you for taking the time to read, pray, understand, and acknowledge my father and all that he was in this lifetime myself, my family, and so many others.